Viking for Hire Dragons

Let's go, bud.

Wow!

Everybody needs a place in the world.

Some people are born to theirs.

-CAPTAIN:

-Raise the mainsail.

-SAILOR:

-Aye!

-Turn her towards starboard.

-Aye, aye, sir.

Some people discover theirs.

And some people...make a place for themselves.

GOBBER: Grab a weapon.

No time to be choosy.

DRAGON ROARS

But then the world around them changes.

And the place they made is gone.

HE SIGHS

Every dragon has its own unique abilities

that give it its special place in the world.

Which dragon makes the best welding torch?

Oh, Deadly Matter.

Its magnesium flame burns with the heat of the sun.

Correct! Point to Team Astrid.

Score is now 100 to 10.

And you started with 10.

Oh, yeah? Well, the game's not over.

Wait, what team am I on?

Next question - what is the shot limit of a Hideous Zippleback?

-Team Snotlout?

-I don't think they can count that high.

Oh, really? Let's find out.

Barf?

Looks like it's about three.

Told you we could count that high.

-It's six. You were half right - five points.

-Yes!

We're up to 30.

All right, it's our turn.

What happens when you shoot fire at the owner of a Deadly Nadder?

SHE WHISTLES

No fair, she didn't give us time to answer.

I've got a question, what happens when I set Hookfang on you?

OK, guys, that's enough training.

So, we did some really good work here today.

Prepare to face the Monstrous Nightmare!

DRAGON ROARS

Aargh! That's the third time this week.

Ah!

Gather around. Come on, one and all.

You may think these dragon-killing weapons have no more use.

But think again.

This longsword is now a lovely butter knife.

It's also great for making breadcrumbs.

PLATE SMASHES

MAN CLEARS THROAT

Moving on.

Huh! Well, this is a dark day.

A great dragon-slayer peddling his weapons as kitchen utensils.

Mm. HE TUTS

-Up next, how about this...

-FLY BUZZES

..handy flyswatter.

Hiyah!

Ah-ha.

Also good for getting rid of unwanted tables.

FLY BUZZES

Now, how are you going to protect yourself from home invaders?

No problem when you have Big Bertha.

EXPLOSION

CROWD GASPS

HE TUTS

Wait, there's more! Come back, you haven't seen everything yet.

I haven't cleaned out my dungeon yet.

That's OK, Bertha.

We'll find a place for you.

Oh, it's hard to watch.

Especially for you, eh, Hiccup?

The feelings of guilt must be tearing at your insides.

I mean, you put him out of business

with your little peace pact with the dragons.

YOU ruined his life! Bravo.

Oh.

You know, Gobber made this for me.

He taught me everything I needed to know to make your tail.

I've got to find some way to help him.

TOOTHLESS PURRS

Tough day at chiefing, Dad?

I was all over the island.

I married the Svensson girl to the Odergard boy at dawn.

Then down to the fields where some kids were tipping over yaks.

Then back up to the newlyweds to settle a domestic dispute.

I guess that honeymoon is over.

HE SIGHS

Sometimes I wish there were two of me.

There ARE two of you!

Is that another crack about my weight?

No, I mean Gobber. He can be the other you.

Gobber? Oh, he's way too busy making all those dragon-killing...

Well, he used to be...

until you... Which is great!

-Except for Gobber.

-Exactly my point.

You know, that's actually not such a bad idea.

I could use a right hand.

Which works out great cos that's kind of the only one he has.

I greatly appreciate you helping me out, Gobber.

I'm just glad I could find time in my busy schedule, Stoick.

I've got a full day ahead of me.

Here's your half.

Oh, this will be interesting.

Now remember, some of these situations are delicate.

-They require diplomacy.

-Oh, no problem, I'm great at...

-that.

-Really? You?!

You can speak to people with tact and sensitivity?

Oh, I thought it meant clubbing people on the head

and asking questions later, but I can give your thing a shot.

Whosoever brings this child forth...

as a representative of the Chief, I welcome this baby into the tribe

and pronounce the name to be...

MAN WHISPERS

Eurgh. Hildegard?

Doesn't seem like a Hildegard to me.

-Let's go with Magnus.

-But she's a girl, Gobber.

Don't worry - she's not going to look like one.

-Magnus it is!

-BABY COOS

-And please accept this teething toy on behalf of Stoick the Vast.

-No!

Bucket says you never paid him for the sheep.

I never bought a sheep.

SHEEP BAAS

Who's that? A little woman?

Oh, Mulch, you're cheating me now.

Clearly there's only one way to settle this...

SOUNDS OF BATTLE

Diplomacy? Check.

All right, what's next?

I know the conventional thinking when repairing a ship is wood.

But, if you ask me, there is nothing like a good old slab of iron.

Ha! Nothing's getting through this.

Gobber, what do you think you're doing?

Just checking another item off the list.

And adding an item for later.

"Recover sunken ship."

Same time tomorrow?

BABY CRIES

HE SIGHS

Here you go, Dad.

Wow, a two-block headache.

You know, Dad, I think you're being a wee bit rough on Gobber.

It was his first day. Tomorrow will be way better.

Oh, it will be for me, because it won't involve Gobber.

What do you mean?

I tried to fit a square peg in a round hole and it sunk a ship

and named a baby girl "Magnus".

I'm not saying she didn't look like a Magnus,

but try telling that to her parents.

I can't believe you let him go.

Well, we've got to help him.

WE don't have to do anything.

You, on the other hand,

are going to be very busy finding a job for Gobber.

You're bringing Gobber here?

He's going to be great.

Nobody knows dragons like old Gobber.

He has spent a lifetime, you know...

studying them.

If we can tap into that, we'll all be better dragon trainers.

I'm back! Did you miss me?

First of all, welcome.

And second, tiny question,

why did you bring your, you know...

Killing things?

School's in session.

Eh, I didn't like school either.

What's wrong with you guys?

Oh, we've been riding our dragons for four hours.

It took for ever to chase them down after Gobber scared them away.

I've flown for hours on Toothless and I've never had a problem.

That's because YOU have a saddle.

-Saddles!

-Saddles?

I love it! I've got so many ideas.

But not like these. Good ones.

I'm glad you're excited,

but I still think there are some things in my designs you could use.

I mean, you did teach me everything I know.

Exactly. That's why you should let Gobber do what Gobber does best.

I've been making saddles since you were in diapers.

In fact, I made your diapers.

I know you know what you're doing, but keep in mind,

every dragon is different, so you need to adjust the...

-Hiccup. Hiccup.

-But I just think...

-Hic-cup!

I may have taught you everything you know

but I haven't taught you everything I know!

HE SIGHS

# I've got my axe and I've got my mace

# And I love my wife with the ugly face

# I'm a Viking through and through... #

He doesn't sing that song unless he's actually very happy.

I think we did a good thing.

All right, this is an exciting day for all of us.

Gobber has been working hard to...

I think they might want to hear from the artist himself.

I've made a lot of saddles in my day.

Horse, donkey and now dragon.

But these saddles are special.

They're like my children.

That is, if you strap your child to a flaming reptile and rode it.

So, without further ado...

ALL: Wow!

Wow, Gobber, this is certainly NOT what I imagined.

How could it be? I'm Gobber.

Nobody knows what it's like to live in here.

-Is that...?

-Yeah, flame-thrower.

Didn't see that one coming, did you?

Uh, no, not for dragons.

They come with one built in, actually.

I know but can you ever really have too much firepower?

DRAGON SPLUTTERS

DRAGONS GROAN

Eh, catapults for the twins?

Not such a good idea.

You can do it, girl. Think, "Light."

Oh, come on, you can't tell me my saddle is heavier than Fishlegs.

My mum says I'm just husky.

Come on, Hookfang.

What's wrong with you?

That's it! Someone's trading with me.

Yeah, sure, I'll trade my perfect dragon for an angry oven.

This saddle's actually pretty good.

Wait till you try the horn.

HORN BLASTS

Really? Again?

So, anyway, I-I think we're really going to need to make a few...

Changes! I'm way ahead of you.

I've got so many ideas.

It's getting crowded up here.

Ha-ha-ha!

TOOTHLESS GRUMBLES

My Odin, this place looked better when we were killing dragons here.

Yeah, we sort of got Gobbered.

Well, you know Gobber.

He means well, he doesn't always DO well.

So, what are you going to do about him?

I'm going to clean up his messes and re-do his work.

Look, Gobber's like family.

I know he is. That's why I can't say anything to him.

No, son, that's why you have to.

It's not fair to you and it's not fair to Gobber.

Why do I have to say something to him?

You didn't. You just passed him off to me.

That's what the Chief does - he delegates.

Look, I gave you this academy because it's the best thing for Berk.

Now you have to do what's best for the academy.

And I'm sorry, son, but what's best is very rarely what's easy.

TOOTHLESS GROANS

-What about him?

-Leave him. He's going for a record.

Enough said. HE SNORES

Hey, you never know, bud. Maybe Gobber finally looked at my plans

and is actually making the saddles better.

EXPLOSION RUMBLES

Or not.

Gobber? Don't shoot.

I would never shoot you, Hiccup.

Ha-ha, yeah.

Still, if you could please put the crossbow down,

I know I'd feel better.

You know, about the weapons...

Maybe the catapults were a bit much for some of the dragons yesterday.

So I've gone a different way.

-I've gotten rid of the two big ones.

-Gobber, that's great.

And replaced them with six little ones.

Yeah, um... Gobber, we need to talk.

I think it might be time for you to take a little break.

In case you hadn't noticed,

the only time a Viking takes a break is to die.

Maybe "break" is the wrong word.

What I mean is, I'm not sure things are working out.

Well, get back to me when you're sure.

OK, I'm sure.

Gobber, I'm going to need to take you off the saddle project.

Are you getting rid of me, Hiccup?

Now I see why you had me put down the crossbow.

It's just the saddles.

We'll find something else for you.

I don't need your pity.

I've lost an arm and a leg. I think I'll survive losing a job.

I'm really sorry, Gobber.

Oh, that was awful.

I don't know what could be worse than that.

SCREAMING DRAGONS ROARING

OK, looks like I'm about to find out.

I never...thought...

I'd say this...but, Hiccup...

Help!

HOOKFANG ROARS

Everybody, back the way.

The dragon's out of control. It's not safe here.

I don't know what happened. I was just rubbing his head.

He usually loves that, but this time he went crazy.

My dragon hates me!

HOOKFANG ROARS

They do say a pet starts to take on the characteristics of its owner.

-I think that's what's happening here.

-Hey!

Yeah, I rest my case.

-When was the last time he ate?

-Not for days.

You hungry, boy?

HOOKFANG SNIFFS

HE CHOMPS

Oh, sorry, Dad.

We've got to bring this dragon under control.

Don't worry. I can do this.

-HOOKFANG ROARS MENACINGLY

-There you go.

It's going to be OK.

Hiccup, run!

Way ahead of you.

TOOTHLESS GROWLS

Toothless!

Stop!

I've seen enough, Hiccup.

I'm sorry. We tried it your way.

Gobber, we need you.

No, you don't.

Nobody needs me.

Nobody needs any of us.

-Not even you, Bertha.

-HE SNIFFS

-Are you crying?

-Course not. Just chopping onions.

-There are no onions.

-Not any more.

Look what I used to chop them with.

There's a dragon in the plaza that's out of control.

Then why don't you call Hiccup?

No, Gobber, we need you.

Come on, guys, hurry up - think.

What haven't we tried?

-Snotlout, you have an idea?

-Gobber!

Stand back. I came here to do what I do best.

-He's going to kill my dragon.

-No, he's not.

-Er, yeah he is.

-You don't use that stuff to butter toast.

Well, I mean we would, but you don't.

Dad, you can't be serious, Hookfang is Snotlout's dragon.

I'm sorry, Hiccup, but sometimes you have to fall back on the old ways.

-But he's a good dragon.

-He's a good dragon!

There's probably just something wrong with him.

There's definitely something wrong with him.

We have to try to help him. We can't just get rid of him

because he's having a bad day.

Bad day for a dragon can be a disaster for us -

that's not a risk I'm willing to take.

Gobber...

HOOKFANG ROARS

HOOKFANG WHEEZES

Ha! You're all out of fire!

I can't let you do this.

There's no choice - it has to be done.

-Do you see that?

-I do.

Time to put this beast out of its misery.

Hiccup, what are you doing?

HOOKFANG ROARS

Oh, you didn't kill him!

For a toothache?

What kind of lunatic are you?

SNOTLOUT GIGGLES

Stop it! Stop it!

I don't know where THAT came from.

Can you train that out of him, or...?

Thank you, Gobber.

A bad tooth. I can't believe I didn't think of that.

That's because you're not Gobber.

I've forgotten more about dragons than most men will ever know.

Well, better go put the girls away.

Gobber! Not so fast.

When the world around you changes,

the good men find a way to change with it.

And Gobber is one of those good men.

In fact...

he's one of the best.

# I've got my axe and I've got my mace

# And I love my wife with the ugly face

# I'm a Viking through and through... #

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